At theſe Words Mrs. Bridget diſcompoſed her Features with a Smile; (a Thing very unuſual to her.) Not that I would have my Reader imagine, that this was one of thoſe wanton Smiles, which Homer would have you conceive came from Venus, when he calls her the laughter-loving Goddeſs; nor was it one of thoſe Smiles, which Lady Seraphina ſhoots from the Stage-Box, and which Venus would quit her Immortality to be able to equal. No, this was rather one of thoſe Smiles, which might be ſuppoſed to have come from the dimpled Cheeks of the auguſt Tyſiphone, or from one of the Miſſes her Siſters.
With ſuch a Smile then, and with a Voice, ſweet as the Evening Breeze of Boreas in the pleaſant Month of November, Mrs. Bridget gently reproved the Curioſity of Mrs. Deborah, a Vice with which it ſeems the latter was too much tainted, and which the former inveighed againſt with great Bitterneſs, adding ‘that among all her Faults, ſhe thanked Heaven, her Enemies could not accuſe her of prying into the Affairs of other People.’
She then proceeded to commend the Honour and Spirit with which Jenny had acted.She
